[And honestly, Vash's laugh is light. The earlier, flustered giddiness seems to be fading fast, but the warmth remains. He feels lighter than he has in years as they move. It's an unburdening of a different sort than the one they had experienced together previously — one without trauma or pain.]
I guess I'm just used to these things happening more messily. [Like when he and Wolfwood had argued in the midst of a gunfight. Or any of his fights with Nai. The people of No Man's Land, or at least the ones Vash associated with, weren't really good at expressing themselves.] It's nice to just... talk.
[Vash feels that sway and shifts his hand, clasping just a little as he tries to keep his partner steady on his feet. That hand remains there as he listens to Pure Vanilla's tale, something of a comforting gesture as he takes it in.
They really aren't that different.]
I'm sorry that you know that feeling too. But I guess I'm also glad that you found people to help you through it, too. [Maybe in time, Vash might find that same camaraderie.] But it wasn't your fault that someone came after your kingdom. For me, I — [His voice wavers.] I'm the one that put the ability to hurt those people into someone's hand. And even then, everywhere I go people wind up hurt, even when I try to -
[He trails off as their foreheads clunk together. He blinks several times, hardly processing what had just happened. All at once, he feels that same giddiness float back in. His stomach twists in a way that isn't entirely unpleasant, even as he frets over whether or not his glasses are in the way, or digging into his companion's forehead and -
Since when did his head spiral like this?
He doesn't say anything more, just reels in the proximity, and in the fact that he doesn't at all dislike this position.]
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[And honestly, Vash's laugh is light. The earlier, flustered giddiness seems to be fading fast, but the warmth remains. He feels lighter than he has in years as they move. It's an unburdening of a different sort than the one they had experienced together previously — one without trauma or pain.]
I guess I'm just used to these things happening more messily. [Like when he and Wolfwood had argued in the midst of a gunfight. Or any of his fights with Nai. The people of No Man's Land, or at least the ones Vash associated with, weren't really good at expressing themselves.] It's nice to just... talk.
[Vash feels that sway and shifts his hand, clasping just a little as he tries to keep his partner steady on his feet. That hand remains there as he listens to Pure Vanilla's tale, something of a comforting gesture as he takes it in.
They really aren't that different.]
I'm sorry that you know that feeling too. But I guess I'm also glad that you found people to help you through it, too. [Maybe in time, Vash might find that same camaraderie.] But it wasn't your fault that someone came after your kingdom. For me, I — [His voice wavers.] I'm the one that put the ability to hurt those people into someone's hand. And even then, everywhere I go people wind up hurt, even when I try to -
[He trails off as their foreheads clunk together. He blinks several times, hardly processing what had just happened. All at once, he feels that same giddiness float back in. His stomach twists in a way that isn't entirely unpleasant, even as he frets over whether or not his glasses are in the way, or digging into his companion's forehead and -
Since when did his head spiral like this?
He doesn't say anything more, just reels in the proximity, and in the fact that he doesn't at all dislike this position.]